6
I didn't see Blake in the morning, but I heard hammering coming from the summer house. I paused at the back door and warred with myself. On the one hand, the ice had to be broken at some point, but on the other…what should I say to him? Was an apology in order?
No. No way. I had nothing to apologize for. If anything, he should apologize to me for the way he'd treated me eight years ago. He'd tossed away my feelings as if they didn't matter as much as Reece's. He'd accused me of being wrong, of wanting to hurt someone because I was hurting. And when I couldn't process all my dark emotions let alone voice them, when I needed him most, he'd left me.
No way was I going to feel guilty for shutting him out of my heart. He didn't know how fragile it was, or that exposing myself to pain again
